You have seen so many wonderful things.

And now it is angels." "Only one, your Highness." This was daring.

"But perhaps I am putting my foot where angels fear to tread," which was still more daring.
"Angels ought not to be afraid of anything." She laughed; there was a pain and a joy in the sound of it.

She read his heart as one might read a written line.
"Dreams are always unfinished things," he said, getting back on safer ground.
"What is she like, this angel ?" forcing him upon dangerous ground again wilfully.
"Who may describe an angel one has seen only in a golden dream ?" "You will not tell me ?" "I dare not!" His eyes sought hers unflinchingly.

This moment he was mad, and had not the chancellor and Baron von Steinbock came up, Heaven only knew what further madness would have unbridled his tongue.
"Your Highness," began the benign voice of the chancellor, "the baron desires, in the name of his august master, to open the ball with you.
Behold my fairy-wand," gaily.